So do you love me? Taylor York Fanfic

• Chapter 8 •

I gulp the rest of my water as I leave the gym, my bag on one shoulder that is extremely achy from working out. As I near my car, I am already regretting my choice of going to the gym. I unlock my car and get in before chucking my bag to the passenger seat.

I connect my phone to the AUX and play my playlist, the first song to come on reminds me of Taylor and I dancing. A smile lingers on my lips as I drive and it gradually grows as I enjoy the warm breeze and bright sun of La.

Once I enter my building, it's a different story. My face wipes clean of its previous smile and is replaced with a frown.

"Oh fuck." I whine, staring at the stairs in horror. My legs burn with every step I take up to my apartment, curses leaving my lips every other step - luckily, there's no one else here. I let out a breath of relief once I enter my place. I drop my bag on the floor by the door without a second thought.

I head to the bathroom where I open Spotify on my phone and play my playlist. I have a very mixed taste but I would say I like alternative 80s tracks, something my father got me into.

After letting the water begin to run, I strip out of my clothes, put them in the hamper to clean and pull my hair out of my braids. I scrunch my face at the sight of my frizzy hair in the mirror.

Stepping into the shower, I sigh in content for being under some cool water. I begin washing my hair and body whilst singing along to my music - not caring if anyone hears at this point.

I slowly come to realise that I've been standing and just singing for a few minutes now so I turn the water off and wrap a towel round myself. I grab my phone and pad to my room where my phone begins to ring.

Taylor. Wow, most convenient.

"Um, hi?" I say rather confused. I sit on my bed and begin to put oils into the ends of my hair.

"Hey, Wednesday. I just called because I'm bored and I wanna do something." He says, his voice reciprocating what he said. He then blows out a breath and says, "Wow, that sounded really forward."

"Yeah, it surprised me. Uh, to answer your question, I'm up for heading out."

"Shall we take a walk down the beach?"

"Sure. I can be there in a half an hour." I say as I face my clothes and try to piece something together quickly. God, this is hard.

"Okay, see you there."

"Bye."

I chuck my phone on my bed and sigh, staring at my clothes. I grab my jumpsuit and denim jacket, quickly getting changed into them. I then blow dry my hair and tie it in a ponytail. Keeping my makeup minimal, I leave the bathroom and grab some things and put it in my backpack.

I rush to lace up my pink converse and fix my jumpsuit before grabbing my backpack. I leave my place and lock up before descending the stairs.

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Taylor's POV

With my back against the wall of the skateboard shop, I look round the crowd to spot Wednesday but I don't see her anywhere. I push my sunglasses up the bridge of my nose and cross my arms as I wait for her.